True and false daughter in love

"Huh?" Yao Yanyan followed her line of sight, looked down at her legs, and realized what the other person meant after knowing it.

Was Cheng Xuan worried that she would be in danger if she came out at night?

"It's okay." Yao Yanyan said.

Cheng Xuan frowned and stared at her without saying a word.

Staring straight at Yao Yanyan, she voluntarily surrendered: "Next time I come...wear a pair of trousers?"

"Next time you come, call me in advance." Cheng Xuan's voice was a bit muffled, and he didn't dare to see her reaction after speaking, so he narrowed his eyes to look at the ground first.

"Okay." Yao Yanyan laughed, feeling warm in her heart.

My daughter is caring about her!very nice!

Little did he know that he was regarded as a daughter by her, Cheng Xuan ate the chocolate bar she gave while walking, listening to her nagging.

"You are too thin, Cheng Xuan, do you eat well every day?"

"Yes." Cheng Xuan answered truthfully.

Since Yao Yanyan came, she basically ate well every day.

Yao Yanyan was still worried, and glanced at her thin wrist hanging by her side: "Really..." As he spoke, he took her hand.

"Look, your wrist is so thin." Her tone was exaggerated, two snow-white fingers formed a circle, encircling Cheng Xuan's wrist, "There is still so much room."

Cheng Xuan lowered his eyes, and the girl's hands were warm and slippery, gently pressing against her wrist, as if wrapped in a circle of snow-white jade.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she wanted to pull out her wrist, but she was afraid that she would misunderstand like last time, so she looked at her with complicated emotions.

Her amber eyes were full of smiles, Cheng Xuan pursed his lips, and said dryly: "I see."

"Would you like to have supper with me then?" She took the initiative to attack, her eyes sparkling, as if she was determined to win everything.

Cheng Xuan looked into her eyes: "...I have already eaten this afternoon."

"Eat some more, okay, let's have some porridge." Yao Yanyan said in a coquettish tone, shaking her wrist while talking.

Cheng Xuan had never seen such a girl before.

She was usually lively, showing emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy on her face, which often made her feel at a loss, but now she was as soft as a piece of cotton, making it impossible for Cheng Xuan to say no.

"...Okay." She nodded in agreement as if discouraged.

"Okay!" Yao Yanyan was happy, and took her by the wrist and walked towards home.

-

When the two returned to Cheng's house, there was no one on the first floor.

The Cheng family had already finished their meal and went back to the house to rest. Standing at the door, they could vaguely hear Chen Huishu's laughter coming from Cheng Shibao's room. They must be enjoying the sweet parent-child time again.

No one prepared a hot meal for Cheng Xuan who had worked hard all day, and there were still dishes and chopsticks left on the table in the dining room.

Yao Yanyan frowned and went into the dining room to take a look. There were empty plates and bowls on the table, nothing was left for Cheng Xuan, and it was just waiting for Cheng Xuan to come back and clean up.

Yao Yanyan was thinking with her toes, and she knew what Chen Huishu was planning.

She was just testing the edge a little bit, to see if Yao Yanyan would get angry, what was left for Cheng Xuan today was a table of empty plates and bowls, and she had to come back to cook and feed her precious son tomorrow.

The key is that Cheng Xuan actually came in, walked around her, and naturally took the bowl on the table to put it into the sink.

Yao Yanyan suddenly became furious: "What are you doing!"

Cheng Xuan was startled, stopped and stared at her.

Yao Yanyan stepped forward to snatch the empty bowl from her hand, Cheng Xuansheng was afraid of getting her hands dirty, so he hurriedly raised the bowl high above his head.

In a smoky way, she thought that she would rush to clean up this bun: "...what do you mean!"

Cheng Xuan looked down at her, a pair of dark eyes were obviously panicked.

She didn't know why Yao Yanyan was angry, and she stammered: "Don't... don't get your hands dirty."

Yao Yanyan almost laughed angrily: "Then what about your hands? Are you not afraid of getting dirty?"

She let out a breath and said loudly on purpose: "Throw the bowl here, and work after a day's work! You are not the nanny of this family!"

Her voice was loud, and I don't know if it was an illusion. After saying this, Chen Huishu's laughter in the back room disappeared immediately.

Cheng Xuan said nothing, and slowly lowered his hand.

Seeing Yao Yanyan raising her hand to grab the bowl again, Cheng Xuan hurriedly wiped her body and put the bowl on the table: "... quit."

"Okay," Yao Yanyan sneered, and grabbed Cheng Xuan's wrist, "Come upstairs with me."

Really think she is a soft persimmon, won't protect Cheng Xuan?

Ask Cheng Xuan to clean up the leftovers for her, and Chen Huishu deserves it too!

She has a childish temper, and when she goes upstairs, she deliberately aggravates her footsteps and makes loud noises. Chen Huishu is on the first floor, and she almost doubts that the stairs on the second floor will be trampled down by that little bitch.

She sat up from the bed, stopped being intimate with her son, stared up at the ceiling, and cursed viciously: "This bitch..."

-

Yao Yanyan led Cheng Xuan upstairs.

A ground lamp in the shape of a branch was added upstairs, standing by the window, dimly illuminating the entire room.

Following the floor lamp, Cheng Xuan saw the huge drawing board standing in front of the window.

It was an unfinished oil painting, with bold colors, standing there against the dim light, the colors were a bit coquettish, the palette and the used oil paint were thrown on the ground, it is easy to imagine How casual the painter was when he painted this picture again.

Yao Yanyan noticed her gaze, and said indifferently: "It's a failed product with no inspiration, don't look at it, let's have porridge."

Cheng Xuan didn't blink, and rarely listened to her: "Did you draw it?"

"Well," Yao Yanyan walked to the painting, the light was dim, her curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of honey-colored light, there was no emotion in her eyes, and she stroked the canvas with her fingertips, "I haven't had any inspiration recently. Not very pretty."

She seemed to be very dissatisfied with the painting, Cheng Xuan pursed her lips: "I think it looks pretty."

Yao Yanyan looked back.

Cheng Xuan is always like this, he is very serious in everything he says, and his eyes will look straight at you. Under such eyes, Yao Yanyan also looked back at his failure.

She looked at it carefully for a long time, tilted her head, and still didn't know where this painting caught Cheng Xuan's eyes.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." She joked casually.

"is it okay?"

Cheng Xuan's tone was serious, and there was a rare joy in his words.

Yao Yanyan laughed, not knowing why she liked this painting, she joked, "Ang, do you need an autograph from my sister?"

After saying this, I thought Cheng Xuan would skip the topic without saying a word, but she nodded seriously: "If possible."

Yao Yanyan paused, and clasped the edge of the drawing board with her fingertips, a little startled: "No, really?"

"En." Cheng Xuan nodded, with a layer of warm light covering the bottom of his pitch-black eyes, looking very deep and serious.

Under this kind of gaze, Yao Yanyan's face was inexplicably burning, almost in a daze, she bent down and picked out a line drawing pen from the painting tools piled all over the floor.

"Where is the sign?" Yao Yanyan turned around and asked.

Cheng Xuan stepped forward, pursed his lips slightly, looked at this gorgeous semi-finished product, and pointed to the lower right corner: "Here."

Yao Yanyan bent down, flicked her wrist lightly, and wrote a line of small characters at the position designated by Cheng Xuan.

"Okay." She put down her pen and said back.

Cheng Xuan lowered his eyes and saw her signature.

"s.moke."

She read it softly.

Smoky and smiling, she was in an inexplicably good mood. This was the first time she heard Cheng Xuan read English, and it was still her pen name.

"Well, smog, smoky gray, it's mine, uh... stage name, pseudonym or something like that."

"It sounds good." Cheng Xuan said.

As soon as you hear it, you can tell that this is Yao Yanyan's name.

"Really? Thank you." Yao Yanyan rolled down the hair rope around her wrist and tied up her hair, "Okay, let's go to dinner first, and I have to make up lessons for you after dinner."

-

After a meal, Cheng Xuan couldn't sit still.

Yao Yanyan always likes to stuff her with food, as if seeing how much she eats, she feels that it is too little, but she also knows Cheng Xuan's weakness.

"I'll throw the rest away."

As soon as this sentence was said, Cheng Xuan would eat all the food that Yao Yanyan stuffed in.

She has always had a different sense of respect for food, so that everyone who eats with her can eat two more bites. Yao Yanyan is in a good mood, watching Cheng Xuan strolling around the sofa in a small area, and asked her: "Would you like to eat?" Have you finished your summer homework?"

Cheng Xuan's footsteps paused slightly. Now that it's just in the middle of the summer vacation, she hasn't done much with her summer homework. Hearing her ask this, she panicked with inexplicable embarrassment: "Well, no."

Yao Yanyan didn't think much about it, Cheng Xuan was busy with homework every day, and it was good to write one or two pages of summer homework: "That's it."

She lost her idle energy and straightened her body: "I've never given tutoring lessons, let me tell you about my plan, listen to it, if you think it doesn't work, let's discuss it."

Cheng Xuan stopped and nodded, "Yes."

"Your summer homework, come to me to write in the future, just ask me if you don't understand anything during the period, I will also find you a teacher who taught me, and ask for some exercises that the sophomores are practicing now." Yao Yanyan raised her eyes , Seeing that Cheng Xuan had no objection, he continued, "I studied in Jingshi No. [-] Middle School, you may have heard of it?"

Cheng Xuan nodded. Jingshi No. 1 Middle School, the No. [-] school in the province with the highest enrollment rate and strong teachers, was a place she couldn't even imagine.

"That's fine, we'll make it that way in the future, remember to ask me any questions you don't understand."

Afraid that she would be embarrassed to ask questions in the future, Yao Yanyan added an inspirational speech: "If you don't seize the opportunity yourself, how can you go out in the future?"

When Cheng Xuan heard her words, his heart was excited, and he felt as if he was dreaming, and everything was unreal: "Well..."

She clenched her palms tightly, her heart beating wildly, almost to the point of disturbing her thoughts.

The girl who gave her infinite hope and polished her dark future sat on the sofa with a casual posture, as if her figure was shrouded in light and shadow.

She didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance and disdain that belonged to benefactors, but in Cheng Xuan's eyes at this moment, she was far away, like smoke, and unbelievably illusory, making Cheng Xuan feel like he was falling into a dream.

"Then let's start now." She stretched her waist and smiled brightly at Cheng Xuan, "You go and bring your summer homework over here."

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After a drowsy day, what time is the best time to post? I struggle every day.

This chapter has been edited, s.moke blocked me [cursing], there is no dot in the middle!Thanks for watching.